Return of Mount Hua Sect

Baek Cheon's brightly smiling face was as if it were from a painting.

It's not a perfectly handsome face, but it has the power to attract people.

'It's like I got this from a few guys back in the day.'

Like the namgoong guy...The buzzword of Sorim used to give off this energy.

In other words.

"Writing is writing.'

Of course, it's incomparable to them, but in this Hawasan area, where there's a bunch of decent people, it feels like a piece of cake. To the point where I wonder why all this guy crawled into the ruined Hawasan.

The problem must be that he's hanging on Chung-Myung's ankle now.

"What do you mean?"

Let's back out for now.

"I think I know."

"I have no idea."

"Oh, really?"

Baek Cheon tilted his head slightly. It's more of an exaggerated act that provokes Chung-Myung than a clueless act.

"That's weird, it's like we've met before. When did you get in the door-to-door?"

The answer was not Chung-Myung, but Yoon-Jeong next to Chung-Myung.

"I was introduced while my cousin was away from Hasan. I don't think you've ever seen it."

"Well, I see. Yes."

Baek Cheon grinned.

"For that, you seem to be close to each other things like that. It's good to take care of the youngest as an ambassador. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, private residence."

Yoon-jong replied in an awkward voice. Baek Cheon nods as if he had read something in the answer.

"Maybe I'm meant to be with you. I've never seen you before, but you look so familiar. I think we'll see each other more often. What's your name?"

"It's Chung-Myung."

"I'm Baek Cheon. Make sure to remember my name."

Then a firm voice flew in.

"How could you say that we have a private chat when the long man is waiting for us!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Wait a minute.

Baek Cheon bowed his head to the sword and greeted Chung-Myung with a wink. Then turn around and join the ranks towards the smoke and mirrors.

Jo-Gol watches the scene and whispers to Chung-Myung.

"Have you ever seen a Baek Cheon private residence?"

"Nothing."

There is but there isn't.

"Be careful, Baek Cheon is one of the greatest disciples of this university. He's a great guy."

"Great?"

"I'm telling you."

Yoon-jong added to Jo-Gol's comments.

"It's a man called Hawasan First. He's said to be the one who's going to rebuild the crumbling Hawasan."

"Hwasan First Journal?"

I think I've heard that a lot in the past. I mean, I, uh...…. I used to say that a lot when I was a snitch.

Soon, he became the most mischievous one.

"Wasn't the first journalist in Hawaii the death penalty?"

"What are you talking about, someone else listen!"

Jo-Gol turned his face red, not like him.

"Baek Cheon is a man I dare not follow."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. A sense of defeat is a good thing. It makes people humble."

"Huh?"

"No, death penalty."

Chung-Myung gave a subtle look as he looked at Baek Cheon walking ahead.

Military Ilhak.'

That's a good thing. That's a very good thing to say.

But it's not really a very nice thing to say.

When the egret is in the egret, it is a natural law. It is very unnatural that the egrets are among crows.

And most of the time...….

I mean, there's a flaw.'

While Chung-Myung, who was a little interested, observed Baek Cheon, Yoon-jong continued to explain.

"It's said that we're almost at the point of hard-boiled eggs in advance of the time of Baek Cheon's death. I heard that the superiors have high expectations. Even though he's still young, there's a saying that he's considering transferring the Bokho Cheongyang sword.""Hmmm."

Perhaps Hwasan is the most important disciple among the great disciples.

'That's a lot of work.'

So did Chung-Myung in the past.

I don't know how much you have to learn. Others train moderately and go rest, but Chung-Myung comes to the elder and asks for help, and private servants come to him. Even the death penalty...…. No. Is there anything missing from the long death penalty.

That's a fair thing to do.

It is said that the name of the Moonpa is to build up with history, but the rise and fall of the time often depends on only one master.

If even small and medium-sized literary groups can produce a famous master, they will be crowded with people who want to enter. On the other hand, no matter how big a person boasts history and tradition, if he fails to produce a master worthy of his name, only flies will boil.

The only way to reverse the failing Hawasan is to produce a master that anyone admits. Only one. If only one person comes out, we can reverse the situation.

'Of course it was until I got here.'

Now, what?

I have a lot of money.

"Don't you think the private houses are really picturesque?"

"I mean, I don't know if I can keep up with it forever."

"It's cool, it's strong."

Chung-Myung looked at the two with vain eyes.

"Are these eyes a hoop holes?"'

Let's just say that's cool. It's personal territory. People's tastes are various laws, and Chung-Myung was a right man who did not impose his tastes on others.

But being strong is one thing.

"If they're strong, there's no one weak in the middle of the country.'

"Well, the death penalty will be enough to win."

At Chung-Myung's words, Jo-Gol laughs as if he is dumbfounded.

"What the hell is that?"

"……uh, yeah."

Death penalty

Long death penalty.

I live by hearing this kind of course. If you have any conscience, please come down and say something! Do you think I'm going to buy this because it's unfair?

Other fresh people come to this world and give advice. What's the point of capital punishment that's so lacking that you can't come and tell me about yourself?

What?

You're not going to take my side even if you're fresh?

Come on!

While Chung-Myung quarreled with the death penalty, the white porcelain ship had already completed its line-up.

"Huh?"

And not on the prose side, but on the battlefield side, a person often comes running and joins the ranks.

Chung-Myung squinted his eyes.

'That was a white porcelain boat, too.'

You... What was it? Anyway, funny.

As it is intertwined with strange relationships, it is inevitable to pay attention. Don't tell me you've been babbling that stupid little muzzle in a day?

When Chung-Myung frowned and looked at Yoo-Esul, Jo-Gol smiled insidiously.

"Come to think of it, you've never seen an accident before."

"Him?"

"Yes, Yoo-Esul accident. I can't take my eyes off you when I see you for the first time. Because she's so beautiful."

"Metabolism."

"Huh?"

"Do you happen to have any Sancho powder or cinnamon powder?"

"Why?"

"I need to spray some on my ears. It feels like oil is coming out of my ears when I hear Jo-Gol's death sentence."

Even if it's greasy, it can't be this greasy.

Yoon-jong nodded loudly.

"We haven't seen eye to eye in a while. I'll give it to you when I get it."

"Thank you."

Jo-Gol distorted the impression.

"Did I say anything wrong? It's because not many people know the accident. After a couple of trips to Gang-ho, you'll be the best on the island."

Chung-Myung sighs as Jo-Gol blinks."In the first article of Hawasan, in the first place of the island, in the first place of the West. People who don't know would think I'm steaming fat because I'm sick."

"But it's true."

Jo-Gol pointed at Yoo-Esul with a chin.

"Honestly beautiful, isn't it?"

"Ha...…."

Jo-Gol beats Chung-Myung before he answers.

"But wake up. Yoo accident has a heart for Baek Cheon."

"……the death penalty."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung sighed deeply.

"Wouldn't the death penalty have made a name for itself by now if I had swung the sword one more time when I was interested in other people's love affairs?"

"You don't stab people that bad."

"Let's not talk."

Chung-Myung looked at Jo-Gol as if he was pathetic and turned away.

Come to think of it, he claimed to be an accident, and the accident seems to be right. Chung-Myung joined the ranks and glanced at Yoo-Esul standing.

When the white porcelain ships are all lined up, Jang Moon-in, who was watching them, smiles heartwarmingly.

"Well done, everyone. Wasn't the training hard?"

Baek Cheon opened his mouth on behalf of the white porcelain belly.

"It wasn't hard at all. If you don't know that our training was done with bone-cutting support in the text, how can you say it's hard?"

"Have you made any progress?"

Baek Cheon smiled.

"I realized that the road to the sword was endless. However, we came back with an achievement that would make us laugh before we started training."

"That's a good thing."

Hyun Jong turns his head and looks at Hyun Young.

"Jaegyeong Footnote."

"Yes, a man of letters."

"Now that Hawasan's children have returned from hard training, why not hold a feast to celebrate their hard work?"

"What did you do to sleep...…. No, it's not. Of course you should."

"……."

Hyun Jong looks at Hyun Young with a subtle look.

I think the priest has become a little strange lately.'

The frequency of strange words has increased dramatically, to be exact, since something happened at the top of the galaxy a while ago. It is hard to tell whether the personality has changed or whether the reins have been lifted while living in a house without it.

"If not, I've prepared the restaurant. It should be enough to catch up."

"I see."

Hyun Jong says while looking at the white porcelain belly.

"There's a lot I want to say, but it's not a good thing to keep those who have come a long way. If you don't have anything in particular to say, let's stop here."

"……long man. May I ask you a question with all due respect?"

Hyun Jong had a clear sense that he wanted to end the event quickly, but Baek Cheon did not seem to.

"Ask me."

"It seems like the landscape has changed a lot since I came back to Hawaii after a long time, and I wonder what happened."

"Good things happened. Thanks to you, I was able to redecorate my appearance."

It was a soft but conclusive answer. After hearing this answer, it is difficult to ask what the "good" thing was.

"I know you have a lot of questions, but you have a lot of time, so you can listen to the story slowly."

"Yes, a man of letters."

"Unam."

"Yes."

Unam, who stood by Hyun Jong, politely stood up.

"You help the hard-working children solve their problems."

"Yes, a man of letters."

Hyun Jong nodded lightly and turned to one side.

"Chung-Myung아!"

"……."

Chung-Myung's face is slightly distorted.

"No, but why does he keep looking for me every day by day?

I don't think there's anything special going on today.

"Yes, long-time man!"

Chung-Myung walked out of the three great disciples.

"Come to my place for a moment. There's something I need to talk about.""Again?"

Baek Cheon's eyes popped out watching the situation next to him.

'Again...Again?'

To a long writer again?

Baek Cheon doubted if he had heard something wrong. But no matter how many times he thinks about it, he doesn't seem to have misheard it. All of the students in line look like him.

However, what I don't understand at all is that everyone except Lee Dae-dae showed no reaction.

It's not enough to run around trying to rip a man's mouth off a man with that kind of messy hair!

Even the long-winded are just grinning.

"Will you come if you prepare a party?"

"Yes, I understand. I'll be on my way now."

Hyun Jong led Chung-Myung to his place with a happy face.

Baek Cheon, who looked at the scene silently, looked back at the sword with an absurd face.

"Sasook, what the hell is that kid...…."

"Well."

The Woongeom laughed nicely.

"I think it's good for your mental health to just stay out of it."

"Yes?"

"Especially you."

The sword shrugged and turned away.

"Unpack and come to the restaurant. Don't be late."

"……Yes."

Baek Cheon felt a strange sense of incompatibility that he had felt a while ago.

I think something's changed about Hwasan.'

Maybe it's because it's been a while since I've been here. But only one.

Baek Cheon's eyes go out to Jang Moon-in and Chung-Myung.

"Hmmm."

And he opened his eyes with a look of disapproval.